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In My Mind

Without my consent, I creep each night into the space of my thoughts. When it is dark, what “could have beens” tumble into what is. Time has slipped by, reminding me of what is incomplete, unthought of, or ruined. Generational failure drifts as a glimpse into what should have been. Long retired, the anxieties of work worm into the crevices of empty times. Sleep eludes me.

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About Me

Working had been a way of life for me since I was about 10 years old. Frequently I worked at my profession and taught potential student teachers in a college graduate program, and wrote books by night. When I decided to retire I was not sure I could fill my time and find meaning in retirement. Well, I have! Hopefully this information will help you!